Russell Nero

Rookie - 261 Points ['Crow'] (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

201. Retractional Setback 10/5/2013
202. Riot Vibrantly Painted 8/30/2013
203. Scarlett Jade 5/14/2013
204. Scarred Heart 9/6/2013
205. Scream 5/21/2013
206. Separate Me, My Soul From My Body 6/17/2013
207. Serenity Somewhere In An Open Field 9/3/2013
208. Set To Ashes 8/11/2013
209. Seventeen Hours 9/23/2013
210. Shadowed Eyes 1/19/2014
211. Shadowless Comparison Of My Ghostly Ways 6/19/2013
212. She Said 1/19/2014
213. Shrinking Rooms 8/10/2013
214. Silver Winter 5/15/2013
215. Simultaneously 5/13/2013
216. Sleeping Beauty 11/1/2013
217. Sometimes I... 8/9/2015
218. Sorceress 6/16/2013
219. Spartacus 1/19/2014
220. Spinning Backwards Since... 5/19/2013
221. Spinning Vortex 1/21/2014
222. Stared Into Nothing 5/10/2013
223. Stolen From Me 5/14/2013
224. Stranger 5/9/2013
225. Street Rat 6/19/2013
226. Study Or Staring 5/10/2013
227. Surrender To Anger 7/16/2014
228. Symphony Of Sympathy 8/10/2013
229. Tear Drops 5/9/2013
230. Terrified... 5/9/2013
231. The Bright Red Of A Rosebud 5/13/2013
232. The Cards Karma Dealt 1/19/2014
233. The Catch And The Tremble 6/24/2014
234. The Crowing Raven 7/9/2015
235. The Curse Of Many To The Audience Of One 9/3/2013
236. The Knife That Killed Me 5/7/2014
237. The Script 9/6/2013
238. The Sound Of Breathing 5/13/2013
239. The Sun Questions Life 5/13/2013
240. The Supernova Of Emptiness 5/15/2013
Best Poem of Russell Nero

The Bright Red Of A Rosebud

Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
The one my lips touch everyday in a small instant
Rose…her name drives the very strength out of me
Leaving me pale stricken, glossy eyed
In a moment filled eclipse of irrelevant static
The static mimicking the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
Slowly encompassing me in deliberate darkness
Rose…what is the reason I know of you
Rose…what is the reason to why I...

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Calling Of Sleep

Bury me...in a cloud of feathers and pillows
Smother me...in a dozen blankets soft as sheep wool
Bury me, smother me
back to sleep
Lullaby me, hypnotize me please
something put me back to sleep
to start this day over again, at least in my own eyes
Sad songs have dictated my morning
nudging me to always remember, always reflect

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